we're always running scared but holding knives
Having never heard the wendigo in Remi's bones so clearly before, Isla is understandably stunned into compliance more than anything, and even though her finger still stings and her pulse flutters in her throat and belly, she waits, as instructed. Exhaling a shivering stream of air when he finally does step away from her, the medic can practically see sense return as he wrestles back the inhuman hunger and becomes himself again - or as close to it as he can.
His okay is finally the permission she needs to move, Isla stepping quietly across the room to her medical bag to lean down and delve into the first aid kit. "There's no need to apologise," she assures him gently. "You did nothing wrong." And there's an unmistakeable pride in her voice as she said it (though some would argue that he didn't need to go as far as sucking on her finger, probably).
Usually she'd not worry about something like a finger stick, but given the situation, she's careful to clean and cover the tiny wound, just in case it does decide to keep bleeding for whatever reason. "How are you feeling?"
His okay is finally the permission she needs to move, Isla stepping quietly across the room to her medical bag to lean down and delve into the first aid kit. "There's no need to apologise," she assures him gently. "You did nothing wrong." And there's an unmistakeable pride in her voice as she said it (though some would argue that he didn't need to go as far as sucking on her finger, probably).
Usually she'd not worry about something like a finger stick, but given the situation, she's careful to clean and cover the tiny wound, just in case it does decide to keep bleeding for whatever reason. "How are you feeling?"
Isla
